A rather gourdy post
on Apr 05 in General by DanAs you may already know, Kerry, Amy, Evan and I are currently in Wisconsin staying with our friends Greg and Deb. Deb has already blogged about us visiting, which feels a little odd. The last thing you expect when working your way through your feed reader is to stumble across a review of your own suitability as a house guest.
But seeing as though we appear to be setting up some sort of rating system here I must say that I’ve been pretty unimpressed with their abilities as hosts so far. For example this morning I found myself having to pour my own cereal into my bowl, and as yet I haven’t had one single offer of a foot massage (although to be fair Greg keeps asking me if he can massage various other parts of my anatomy, but I don’t really think we know each other well enough for a “deep relaxing crotch rub” quite yet)
Yesterday we went to the Wisconsin Gourd Festival at Olbrich Botanical Gardens, Madison. Oh yes, the Hughes’ and the Lees certainly know how to party. Here are some of the “hilarious” ad libs we came up with when discussing our impending trip there:
- “Good gourd, I’m looking forward to this”
- “I bet those gourds are gourdgeous”
- “It’s so fun around here, you never get gourde”
- “Gourdeness gracious great gaurdes of fire”
- “You know who pioneered the modern automobile assembly line? Henry Gourde”
- “A gourde in the gourde is worth gourde in the gourde”
We were getting a little desperate towards the end there.
We’ve taken quite a few pictures, but I’ve yet to get round to downloading them onto Greg’s computer. I’ll hopefully get to do them a little later. Not now however as I’m going to brave the mean streets of suburbia in order to walk to the grocery store to get some milk as I’ve used it all on my Cap’n Crunch Berries (mmmmm… Cap’n Crunch Berries). It’s even snowing outside, but like Captain Oats (who is similar to Cap’n Crunch, but a little less likely to shred the roof of your mouth) I’m going to put my life on the line for the sake of my comrades. Surely that’s got to get me a few more houseguest points Deb?
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erm..wait what..massaging.. keep it to the feet. Maybe you should wash them first and Greg’ll consider it.
Now go use that snowblower she’s been talking about, it’ll earn you some points..or a meal.
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When my hubs was a kid, he and his brothers used to be “hilarious” by singing songs an inserting the word “fart” into unexpected places. Like Bruce Springsteen’s classic “Streets of Fartadelphia,” for instance. Whenever I try to play this game the songs usually devolve into a flurry of farts, to go back to a previous example: “Farts of Fartafartia.” “Too many farts,” he tells me. Ah well.
At least the milk comes in much bigger bottles than we have so you won’t have to venture out in the snow so often. Did your beard end up having icicles on it just like Captain Special K or was that just the sugar frosting? I thought that the National Coal Mining Museum would make a good “return visit outing”, when we drove past there yesterday.
Don’t leave without a Cheesehead. You would never forgive yourself.
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Oh gourd. And I know there’s a reason why I’ve always hated massages.
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Arjan – No snowblower needed in the end, which was rather disappointing. It only ended up being about 5mm of snow. Boo.
Erin – In my opinion there is no such thing as too many fart jokes.
Grandma – The big cartons might mean fewer visits, but they are a bugger to walk back with. Especially when the other carrier bag is full of 16 liters of Diet Coke.
James – Mmm.. I’m not sure. I’m pretty convinced I could live with it.
(un)relaxeddad – It all depends on who’s doing the rubbing in my experience.